YM778.TV Chapter 847: Retreat
Chapter 847: Retreat
Translator: Panda_Penn Editor: Henyee
Lu Li was right.
The Asmodian Lord moving about in the space did not mean that sometimes he really vanished. He just took advantage of the cracks in space and some special skills so others could not detect his tracks. After all was said and done, he was still inside the space. He was not teleported to anywhere.
As long as he was moving about, the space would have some ripples or other abnormalities. At this moment, an area with a radius of more than three miles was filled with Feather Wind. Lu Li could discover any strangeness in space around him.
As such, he found clearly that a rippled was spreading to him quickly from his front left. He shouted. Feather Wind began to move. The collapsed walls were resorted and a new Feather Wind castle emerged.
At the same time, the room the Asmodian Lord was in had walls collapsing. The Feather Wind shifted into four silver dragons, whooshing toward the Asmodian Lord. More Feather Wind came over from different sides. Soon, the walls were rebuilt.
“What?”
The Asmodian Lord came out from the air. He was surprised, evidently. Lu Li could find where he was? That should be a unique skill to the Asmodian Race. Usually, warriors of his level could not detect him, not to mention that Lu Li was merely at the Human Sovereign Realm.
“Soul attack!”
Asmodian Lord had little time to ponder about how Lu Li had discovered him because the four silver dragons were coming at him. Soul attacks was getting to his Core of Soul.
“That is strong. I should run~”
The Asmodian Lord felt ten thousand needles on his Core of Soul. He was scared. His soul was strong and yet he was affected? Soul attacks were not to be underestimated. He could not afford to linger on. He just thought that he wanted to leave soon and then found another way to attack later.
The Asmodian Race was a fan of sneak attacks and assassinations. They never favored upfront fights. It had much to do with the race’s talents and the methods of cultivation that was created and polished by their ancestors and pioneers.
At the moment, he was visible but Lu Li was not. In addition, he was under strong soul attack. The Asmodian Lord was extremely comfortable. He wanted to escape as soon as possible.
However….
Getting in was easy. But it was much less so if he wanted to leave!
When he came in through the Feather Wind walls, he felt no hindrance. However, as he left, he felt that every time he went through a wall, he would have to face another layer of soul attack.
“Buzzing~”
A dark glow surrounded him. He used the special escape technique of the Asmodian Race, thinking that he could go without leaving a trace.
“Hmm~”
Lu Li snorted in contempt. Three rooms around the Asmodian Lord collapsed and formed more than 10 silver dragons which whooshed and danced around him. The Asmodian Lord was forced to show himself again because he was under constant soul attack. Fire was almost bursting out from his red eyes.
“I will have to force my way out!”
The Asmodian Lord made up his mind. He hurled his dagger forward. Some sword light broke free, tearing apart the walls in the room. He came through the openings in the walls quickly.
“Bang, bang, bang~”
He kept on his actions and moved past several rooms quickly. However, he was stunned when he checked with psychic power!
Just now, he believed that he could make it out after a dozen rooms and now that had not changed at all.
“What the hell? Is this a maze?”
The Asmodian Lord checked around him. Soon, he realized what was happening. Lu Li had been adjusting the rooms in the castle. Those rooms were mobile. Whichever way the Asmodian Lord went, Lu Li could move more rooms that way. The Asmodian Lord was trapped with no chance of escape.
The Feather Wind silver dragons were with him at all times, attacking at his Core of Soul constantly. For now, he could endure the pain. But he might not be able to at this rate. When his soul was injured, Lu Li could torture him to death sooner or later.
“There is no other way!”
The Asmodian Lord thought, biting his teeth. He stabbed the space around him with a dagger. This time, he tore apart the space and a huge whirl appeared.
“Spatial Transference?”
Lu Li had been monitoring the situation. He shook his head speechlessly when the Asmodian Lord used Spatial Transference.
“Buzzing~”
The space around the Asmodian Lord was devoured. He disappeared on the spot. He was transferred to another location. The Spatial Transference was effective to others as well as to himself so long as he was in that certain space.
If Asmodian Lord stayed here, Lu Li was confident that he could torture him to death. When the Asmodian Lord’s soul was injured, Lu Li could call upon powerful warriors to kill him. However, that was not happening now.
And yet—
The Asmodian Lord was away. Based on Lu Li’s past experience, the Asmodian Lord could not get back within a day.
A day?
A grin of cruelty appeared on Lu Li’s face. He could wipe out the millions of four alien races easily in one day.
“Where is the Asmodian Lord?”
Of the four alien races, many powerful ones had been observing the fight in the sky. They were surprised to see Asmodian Lord vanish all of a sudden. Many of them were asking the same question. The Asmodian Lord was an elusive character. They were not worried that he had escaped but were merely wondering where he was.
“Whoosh, whoosh~”
In the sky, the dark cloud shifted direction toward the army. Amid the dark cloud, some Feather Wind was parting ways in the middle and then changed into small dragons of wind in midair.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand!
The dragons of wind were coming together rapidly. In an instant, a thousand dragons of wind had come into being. They lined up in the sky.
At the moment, the four alien races were in fright. The Asmodian Lord had no sigh of coming back. On the other hand, Lu Li had been making more dragons of wind. It looked as if he was poised for a grand action.
“Good heavens… retreat!”
The Voodoo Race master held a broken jade talisman in his hand. He was scared. The Asmodian Lord had sent him a message. The Voodoo Race master had already sensed something was wrong with the Asmodian Lord gone for this time.
“You want to withdrawal? It is too late now!”
Lu Li’s cold voice was heard all across the wide. He waved his hand and the dragons of wind whooshed toward the army.
“Swish, swish, swish~”
Everywhere the Feather Wind blew past by, there would be someone screaming. Even Earth Immortal Realm warriors could not endure normal Feather Wind, let alone the intensified version of dragons of wind.
The one thousand dragons of wind ripped and tore. Shrill screams were heard all around the place. Those warriors had just been given an order to leave but they did not have the chance.
“Ah—”
Warriors were howling, turning about on the ground. Some low realm warriors with weak souls passed out directly. The once densely crowded four alien race armies collapsed as if Lu Li was merely harvesting crops. It was such an appalling and terrifying scene.
“Group attack? How can it be so strong? What kind of Profound Meaning is that?”
Masters of three alien races intended to try to delay Lu Li for a moment so that their warriors could take the time to retreat. But this scene shocked them all. Not even a ninth rank Profound Meaning could be this powerful.
Like the autumn wind sweeping away the withered leaves!
Human warriors on the city wall witnessed the fallen of alien races. In the time for a dozen breaths, at least half a million were incapacitated or passed out. The human warriors stared in mute astonishment…
“Get ready!”
Patriarch of Law Enforcement and Lu Renhuang looked at each other. Both were itchy to take actions. They would never miss an opportunity like this. As soon as Lu Li gave the signals, they would lead the warriors out to harvest the four alien races’ lives!